The Call when my handphone flashed "call" i thought it was my mum again because she's overseas and the number doesnt register. after all, she called me once while i was at work to tell me she was going to buy me a pair of boots (she intended to ask for my approval but well, what could i have said?) and den she called again 20 mins later to say she's going to buy a 2nd pair for me but didnt know whether i liked it. AGAIN, what could i have said? i wouldnt have known whether black or brown was better. hum. so back to my call, i was pleasantly surprised to hear a familiar voice. one that i haven't heard for some time due to lousy poker australian phonecards. bun! and i was just thinking to myself in symbols (i.e. in not so friendly language) that i couldn't seem to log into her blog. murphy murphy, you outdid us again. anyway, taylors hostel girls, do you remember this cherry girl? no not the trinity one. it was this weird small china girl who used to wash her hands really meticulously (like circling her palms) and eats as if in agony. she used to sing/talk to herself while sitting at the stairs, staring down at the recreational room...and introduced herself as cherry to me while holding err a bunch of cherries. then again, somehow she only talked to me...after barging through my open door to show me the rainbow from my window. *blink* point is, there's a girl in london who's so similar to her. you reckon she moved? scarrry. ANYWAY, bun says hi to the rest of the girls...and she'll call you guys soon. it's hard to xplain her handphone plan here so err ya. :D sometimes, being home alone can get a tad scary. whine.